Alan .S. Jeeves

Flight Of Might

Fly you high, a graceful bird

We speak about you yet;

Soaring o'er the clouded blue

Lest we should forget.

You dive and swoop then rise again

Adroit in every way

A drifting gliding sight to see

Though still a bird of prey.

 

Tail upright and wings aspread

As through the clouds you dip

Winging o'er the air waves

Fleet from tip to tip.

Your beating, faithful, merlin heart

Performs her loyal chore,

Driving, powering on and on

Amid the mighty roar.

 

So here's to you fair Spitfire

And Mitchell here's to you.

And raise a glass to cheer them

And here's to you the few.

Then turn and fly off windward

And end your airborne show;

And leave in blazing glory

But wave before you go.

 

 

 

Comments4

  • Goldfinch60

    Great write in tribute Alan.

    Andy

    • Alan .S. Jeeves

      Thank you Andy. Have a great 'Battle of Britain' Day.
      Ex animo, Alan

    • orchidee

      A fine write Alan.
      We have an Airfield Museum near us. The land is a housing estate now.

      • Alan .S. Jeeves

        Sounds a bit like RAF Wethersfield Steve. I have a friend in the States who lived in Braintree (1960's) for a while as his father was a U.S.A.F. pilot stationed there (it was a U.S. base then).
        Anyway it sounds like there.
        Ex animo, Alan

      • L. B. Mek

        'Your beating, faithful, merlin heart
        Performs her loyal chore, Driving, powering on and on Amid the mighty roar.'
        wonderful tribute, I can imagine this verse being used as part of a marching song

        • Alan .S. Jeeves

          Thanks L.B. I am pleased you read and commented.
          Kind regards, Alan

        • Fay Slimm.

          I can imagine the thrill of those "flying birds" as 80 years earlier they bravely went out to protect and encounter a fierce enemy - - - thanking you Alan for this needed and impressive tribute to the Battle of Britain - - - lest we forget.

          • Alan .S. Jeeves

            Good of you to call and take to the air with us Fay. There is nothing like the sight and sound of a spitfire up aloft ~ may they live forever.
            Ex animo, Alan



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